Poetry

Life ~v~ Guns by Kim Morris


You can carry, conceal, load it or shoot

But brave it doesn’t make you

You can yell about the 2nd amendment rights

Donate to the NRA…..and be in cahoots

But it’s nothing like the truth to make it true

A gun in the wrong hands is nothing but a killer

A killer of hopes, dreams, a childhood

It like crushing life between two pillars

And after it’s all said and done then it’s too late

What happens to could

Yes we could have stood up but it wasn’t on our plate

Yes we could have signed a petition

We could have marched

But because our friends say owning guns are a tradition

We block the memory of…

Sandy Hook,cyring_woman

Columbine,

Jonesboro,

Aurora,

Virginia Tech,

Tucson,

And the list goes on and on, must I

When I think about the loss my soul can’t help but cry

Because owning a gun means more to some than a life

Through my tears and heartache I can’t phantom why

Because a life is so precious and we only get one

Still, the shootings and killing have become rife

Like bricks falling by the ton

So are the tears of brokenhearted

Yes you can carry, conceal, load or shoot

But brave it doesn’t make you

Saving lives is how the healing gets started

It’s nothing like the truth to make it true

A gun in the wrong hand is nothing but a killer

A killer of hopes and dreams

And life is too short to be lived like the pages of a thriller

Speak, speak loud

Stand, stand like a tree planted by the water

Be not afraid to stand outside of the crowd

For life, for gun control

For peace, within our souls.

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